Tag Archives: god
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Fear ghosts, god, graffiti, guardian angels, and home.
Filed under Day Poems, Night Poems
Latitudes Off Kilter
Close enough is never enough to align your hips with my waist no matter how long I ride this train going south. I overshoot the dream by a zone or two. It’s up to me to make adjustments. In your … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
And He Said Renewal Only Happens Within
“Throw the calendar away—gonna find a jukebox of steel.” —Jay Farrar, “Jukebox of Steel” Don’t ask me to set a date, to plan my release from this worn Sisyphean trail— uphill with no benefits. I only know how to drop … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Colors of Imperfection
How to wash a wall clean escapes me. The stained yellow frame of life happened has marked where the black and white Flat Iron Building photo hung in elongation. Always a phallic comment, but that’s not it. And now I … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Unnatural Causes
To identify where it all went wrong, when isolation became a drug as potent as anything ingested, when ingesting became impossible is to pretend to be some kind of god with flame-retardant wings.
Filed under Overnight Poems
Nine Eighteen
Don’t draw a line through this day yet—late afternoon and still sleeves are optional, blinding light from the sun’s reflection on a fender, her footsteps reflect nothing but promise of a moon sighting tonight.
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Brown Foams
“What is the Mississippi River?—a washed clod in the rainy night, a soft plopping from drooping Missouri banks, a dissolving, a riding of the tide down the eternal waterbed . . . down along . . . and out.” —Jack … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
At Northrop Auditorium Watching the Martha Graham Dance Company
Hand over palm of other hand, no one sits like this anymore. But I do it because I want to invoke a god to this dance I watch, wondering if it’s being done right. Because I need a divine answer … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Prayer (Day 324)
When I look at the moon, I believe in God in phases. Because he who rapes the body no longer rapes thought, I said, “no.” When I look at the moon, I believe in God in pauses revealed in shadow … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
